Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my soul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions , get you gone ! ' Tis my desire to be ...
... fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my soul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions , get you gone ! ' Tis my desire to be ...
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... fate did fetch Me , poor wretch , Into this unhappy error ; Which to plague , no tyrant's mind Pain can find Like my heart's self - guilty terror . Then , O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ...
... fate did fetch Me , poor wretch , Into this unhappy error ; Which to plague , no tyrant's mind Pain can find Like my heart's self - guilty terror . Then , O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ...
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... fate : For , courtly silks in cares are spent , When country's russet breeds content . The power of sceptres we admire , But sheep - hook for our use desire . Simple and low is our condition , For here with us is no ambition ; We with ...
... fate : For , courtly silks in cares are spent , When country's russet breeds content . The power of sceptres we admire , But sheep - hook for our use desire . Simple and low is our condition , For here with us is no ambition ; We with ...
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... fate my happy wish refuses , Let me alone enjoy my low estate , Of all the gifts that fair Parnassus uses , Only scorn'd poverty and Fortune's hate Common I find to me and to the Muses ; But with the Muses welcome poorest fate ! Safe in ...
... fate my happy wish refuses , Let me alone enjoy my low estate , Of all the gifts that fair Parnassus uses , Only scorn'd poverty and Fortune's hate Common I find to me and to the Muses ; But with the Muses welcome poorest fate ! Safe in ...
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... time that's gone . Violets pluck'd the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again . Trim thy locks , look cheerfully ; Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see . Joys , as winged dreams , fly fast ; Why 64 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
... time that's gone . Violets pluck'd the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again . Trim thy locks , look cheerfully ; Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see . Joys , as winged dreams , fly fast ; Why 64 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
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Sida 84 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Sida 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Sida 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Sida 194 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Sida 277 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Sida 390 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
Sida 222 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Sida 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Sida 290 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
Sida 275 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.